After leaving the bloody realm, Chen Luo returned to the outside of the realm and stood in the dark void, watching the realm under his feet gradually fade away and turn into a star again.

“Not bad.”

After taking a look at the fruit core in his hand, Chen Luo put it into the Dongtian Gourd, and then he had an idea.

He connected the nearby stars, and under the blessing of the "Mystical Art of the Stars", a star in the west lit up with a circle of white light. The traction from that direction acted on him, pulling him to fly in that direction.

When it was about to get close, the stars in the distance lit up.

The same pulling force came, and he continued to fly forward. After switching more than 20 stars in a row, Chen Luo successfully returned to the realm where the gourd mouth was.

As soon as he stepped into this place, Du Ping'an's experience in practicing the Sutra of Saving People and all the mistakes he encountered during the practice were fed back to him, condensed into a floating seed by the "Fate Demon" and sent to Chen Luo.

After absorbing the power in the seed, he compared it with the "Duren Sutra" brains in the external brain and quickly found several problematic practices. After eliminating these problems, he figured out more practices on the new path.

There is a gap between theory and practice.

Even if the brains that Chen Luo collected were all geniuses in a certain field during their lifetime, they still couldn't get around this limitation. The skills studied by these brains could only be imagined in the mind and could not be applied to reality. The magical powers that Chen Luo mastered in the past had a running-in process when they were used, and this was the reason.

Du Ping'an was Chen Luozhong's practice of the secret art of "Saving People". Under the guidance of the "Destiny Demon", he went further and further on this road, and walked all the paths that Chen Luo thought were "likely to succeed".

"Only the fifth floor? Too slow! Speed ​​up."

After dissipating the power in his hand, Chen Luoxu took a step forward and reappeared in the realm where the gourd mouth was.

He had no intention of doing the mysterious man's deal right away.

The time and space eight thousand years ago were too chaotic. The Upper Nine Sects came to the world with immortal weapons, even if it was just the power of projection, it was not something he could deal with now. He planned to wait until he returned to the time and space eight thousand years later to complete the deal. He only hoped that he was still alive eight thousand years later, otherwise Chen Luo could only "regretfully" go there to pick up a brain and make a companion for the third brother of hatred.

With more than twenty years left, Chen Luo plans to stay in this place and concentrate on studying the Sutra of Saving People until time runs out and he returns to his original time and space.

East Desert City.

After his cultivation reached the Xiantian level, Du Ping'an left Huishi City. When he left, he told the county magistrate of Huishi City and the general his father had joined about the "Way of Doing Good". After "explaining with reason and moving with emotion", the general and the county magistrate were convinced by him and became members of his good deeds.

The fighting stopped and the time for recuperation began.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. After only half a year of peace, the "Supreme Heavenly King" next door took a fancy to their land and wanted to invade.

This behavior naturally hindered Du Ping'an's practice.

This led to the trip to Donghuang City.

As time went by, the situation in the world gradually became clearer. The grass-roots kings disappeared one by one, and the martial arts sects hidden behind began to stand on the stage. With their support, the world slowly merged into three major mainstream forces, and the Supreme Heavenly King was the leader elected by the southwestern sects.

The territory occupied by Graystone City is to the north of the Supreme Heavenly King. If the other party wants to go north, they must take this land.

Wars in the martial arts world are different from conventional combats. They also involve martial arts sects and innate confrontations. Many things are not as simple as they seem on the surface.

Du Ping'an sat in the largest restaurant in Donghuang City, drinking wine and listening to music.

In terms of prosperity, Donghuang City is naturally far more prosperous than Huishi City, and the population of the city is ten times that of Huishi City. Such a huge city naturally has many gangs, fighting and disputes happen every day, and there are countless evildoers.

This made Du Ping'an very sad. He converted several evil people along the way, but the feedback from the life demon was very rare and not enough to support him to break through to the next level. This slow progress made Du Ping'an give up the small-scale behavior and he was ready to come to this prosperous place to make a big deal.

"There are three heroes in the world today. Although Your Majesty is a man of great talent and strategy, he is still inferior to the Heavenly Wolf King in the north and the Jinghe King in the east."

At the window seat, several young men in scholarly robes were talking and discussing the country. Their slightly tipsy state showed their current situation.

Before drinking, he is a modest and cautious scholar; after drinking, he is a talented person who is not appreciated.

Du Ping'an used to be one of them, but later he joined the Changsheng Temple and learned martial arts, and then he broke out of this circle.

It was obvious that the readers were in high spirits.

The topic slowly shifted from heroes to the Supreme Heavenly King. As the overlord of East Desert City, he was naturally the first choice for them to join. It was a pity that they were all commoners, without a family to back them up, and the martial arts sects had no relationship with them. Even if they joined the army with such identities, they could only become a small official who kept accounts, and they would never be reused in their lifetime.

For young people like them who claim to be talented, it is natural that they are unwilling to accept this.

"If the king is willing to listen to Brother Guo's good advice on governing the world, there may be a chance for him to make further progress, and it is not impossible for him to become the emperor in the future."

A drunk scholar raised his glass and was about to toast his brother sitting opposite him. But as soon as he stood up, he felt a numbness on the back of his head.

Bang!

The wine spilled and his forehead hit the table hard, causing blood to flow from his nose on the spot.

"Where did these country bumpkins come from? They are so noisy that I have lost all interest in drinking!"

The one who beat the man was a wealthy young man in a khaki silk robe. He was followed by seven or eight burly men. It was obvious that they were not ordinary people.

"How could you hit someone?!"

After a beating, several "geniuses" suddenly woke up. One of them covered his cheek and pointed at the young man who beat him with his trembling right hand.

"How disgraceful, how disgraceful!"

"We all have achievements and reputations, so we can't do that."

The wealthy young man became more and more impatient as he listened, and waved his hand to signal the guards around him.

"Break all their legs! Don't hurt the girl pouring wine next to you, I will take her back to warm the bed later."

As he said that, the wealthy young man took two steps forward, snatched the wine jug from the young lady pouring wine, and poured a mouthful of wine into his mouth. This action frightened the young lady pouring wine and she stepped back repeatedly, her face turned pale with fear.

"cousin!"

The lady pouring wine looked at the scholar who was beaten and holding his head with his hands under the table with tears in her eyes. This man was the Guo Dacai who was praised by these people before.

"You're robbing a woman in broad daylight! Do you still have any respect for the law?"

Hearing the cry for help, Guo Dacai's eyes suddenly showed anxiety. The young lady pouring wine was his cousin. This time he came to Donghuang City to seek refuge with the Great King in order to raise his reputation and have a good future. The young lady pouring wine was his childhood sweetheart and his family had agreed to their marriage a long time ago. This time he came to Donghuang City to build a family business and lead his cousin to live a good life.

He didn't want to start his service, but his cousin was already being targeted. How could he not be anxious?

Seeing this, several enthusiastic drinkers nearby stood up and prepared to step forward to stop it.

Du Ping'an was also among these people. He felt that this was a good deed and should not be wasted.

"King's law?"

The wealthy young man stretched out his right hand and patted the young man's right face, sneering. Seeing this, the subordinates beside him immediately increased their strength. With a "crack", the "cousin's" right leg was broken on the spot. He screamed in pain and rolled on the ground holding his leg.

After doing all this, the wealthy young man stood up slowly, looked at the martial artists who gathered behind him, and said with a look of disdain.

"My father is Zhang Sanhe."

Several drinkers who wanted to fight for justice changed their expressions after hearing this name. Some who reacted quickly sat back down, and the rest of them stepped aside, not daring to intervene. Zhang Sanhe was none other than the master of East Wasteland City, the Supreme Heavenly King. Now that the situation in the world was becoming clearer, Zhang Sanhe was expected to make further progress.

During this period of time, no one would offend the son of the great king for the sake of a few unrelated scholars.

Seeing that he had scared everyone away, Master Zhang looked even more smug.

Just as he was about to turn around and continue to torture the scholars, he suddenly discovered that one of the drinkers who had just stood up did not sit back down. Not only did he not sit down, he also walked towards him.

"There are really people who don't have eyes."

Young Master Zhang narrowed his eyes, and the murderous aura around him gradually became stronger.

In the East Wasteland City, he had not met anyone who dared not to respect Zhang Sijing for a long time. His father, the Supreme Heavenly King, was not an ordinary person. He was the governor of the East Wasteland before he rose to power. After the turmoil in the world, he won the support of the major factions in the southwest and became a strong candidate to compete for the world. As the governor's only son, no one in this land dared to offend Zhang Sijing.

"I'm not here to fight for justice."

Du Ping'an saw him holding the girl pouring wine in his arms with a wary look on his face, and explained to him seriously.

"If you don't dare, get out! This young master doesn't have time to deal with you now."

The eyes of several scholars who were beaten half to death on the ground also dimmed, especially Cousin Guo. He felt heartbroken when he heard his cousin's terrified cry for help, but he was powerless to do anything.

This is exactly the effect Zhang Sijing wanted.

His favorite thing to do was to bully men and women. These people hated him, but they were afraid of his father's power and dared not touch him.

The other drinkers nearby also looked away, lowering their heads to eat, and no one dared to look any further. (End of this chapter)